While searching the RLP stock art library for an illo to use with today’s post, I came across this one, which I share with you now. I’m not sure exactly why this bit of CGI really creeps me out—maybe it’s the lit-from-the-underside face, or maybe it’s the lifeless doll’s eyes—but when I look at this picture, I hear an eerie female voice, superficially soft and sweet but with a grating demonic undertone, whispering, “Join us. Partake of the everlasting dead turkey’s carcass. Become one with us. There is no escape…”
Or maybe I’m just projecting memories from holiday family dinners past.
Thinking of Thanksgivings Past, my advice to you is to enjoy this holiday. Enjoy the day with your family and friends. You may loathe Aunt Louella’s infamous casserole now—there are only so many times you can look at that chipped Pyrex dish filled with French-cut green beans drowned in Campbell’s Cream of Something soup and topped with French’s crispy fried onion bits straight from the can—but I can assure you that there will come a time when you miss all these people. Even Uncle Frank, who’s glued to the TV, as if the Bears have a hope in Hell of beating the Lions this year.
So enjoy this holiday. Especially, enjoy your family, no matter what heroic efforts it may take to do so. Be sure to say something complimentary about little Cousin Susie’s first attempt at homemade-from-scratch biscuits, even if she did accidentally substitute baking soda for baking powder. She will learn. The products of her kitchen will get better.
And we’ll see you all back here on Sunday, okay?
Best wishes to you and yours,
Bruce Bethke
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